The Good Girls Bad Boy| 6

The next hour went by quickly. It consisted of Sasha and I dancing till our feet grew sore. We danced with a few guys, but that was it. Kayla, on the other hand, disappeared along with Damien. We didn't really care where she'd gone, not like she would if the places were reversed.

"Hey!" Someone's voice suddenly blared into our little circle. He eyed Sasha rather sexually, a smirk on his lips as he danced his way between us. Well, that wasn't rude at all! He peered down at Sasha and leaned into her ear.

"Wanna dance?" He asked her. She turned towards me as if asking permission.

I mean, it's not okay because I'll be left all alone, but at the same time I'm not cock blocking anyone tonight. "It's fine!" I waved her off.

She squealed in excitement, then disappeared in the crowd, further away from me. I continued dancing, ignoring the bodies grinding around me and instead focusing my attention on the glass of vodka in my hands.

This is my second bottle tonight and if anyone truly knows me it's that I make the most reckless decisions when I'm drunk. So when my song came on as if the DJ were some kind of warlock, I knew that I was about to make a reckless decision tonight.

?I need a gangsta to love me better than all the others do?

The plastic cup slipped from my fingertips and clattered on the floor beside my feet. I let the sound of the music will my hips to move and my surrounding suddenly grew blurry, then everything around me moved in slow motion, as if time was slowly stilling.

Yeah, I'm definitely drunk.

?I'm f**ked up, I'm black and blue, I'm built for all the abuse, I got secrets that nobody, nobody, nobody knows?

And in the moment of complete and careless bliss, a hand gripped me as tightly as they could and pulled me into their arms. The person's arms slipped from my waist and intertwined with my hands as they hoisted it into the air and slipped it around their necks.

My eyes widened as their hands slipped back from my hands to my waist as if this weren't their first rendezvous.

I ignored the fact that some strangers arms were wrapped around me and we were currently in a very intimate position. I ignored the fact that this was not only risky but stupid, and yet I didn't care.

I moved my hips, left then right in a rhythmic pattern. Every step I took, the mysterious guy moved along with me. It was as if we were one, like somehow, in some way we were connected to one another. I didn't know how or why, but I could feel it in my chest.

?I want someone with secrets that nobody nobody, nobody, knows?

I loosened my grip on his arm but kept them on his chest as I whined my way to the floor, smirking at the baffled sound that escaped his lips as his hands gripped mine softly; bringing me back up to his height.

He spun me around to face him, and he peered down at me, a smirk plastered onto his lips. "Hey," he said, and I stammered, trying to fish out the words at the back of my throat as I peered up at him. "Uhm, h-hi.'

"Aren't you like gonna scream at me for dancing with you?" He inquired, his brows arched upwards in confusion.

"No!" I shook my head softly. He chuckled deeply and raised his hand to my face before grabbing a strand of my hair and tucking it behind my ear, "so does that mean I can kiss you and you won't kill me or call me a criminal?" He asked, not even trying to be subtle with it.

I gulped and took in a sharp intake of breath as he tugged me closer towards him, closing the gap between us. "Would you?" His minty breath fanned over my face as he spoke. He leaned closer towards me and smiled.

"No." I choked out. He smirked and without another word he smashed his lips down onto mine.

I rose onto my tip toe and wrapped my hands around his neck. Our lips moved in sync, almost as if they could read one another words with no sound actually coming out.

As Cliché as this may sound, I really felt the fireworks igniting beneath my skin.

This isn't like any kiss I've ever had in my life, if anything this has to be the most crazy and impulsive kiss I've ever shared with anyone in my life.

Life is probably trying to tell me something over the events of the past few days.

It's probably saying that tonight is just the beginning of a whole new adventure.

A dangerous one.